How long will Canada's final frontier stay wild?
Bruce Kirkby, Globe and Mail
Imagine for a moment that you are on a road trip across the country. Fed-up with honking horns, neon signs and busy byways, you swerve at the Rockies, and suddenly find yourself following the spine of the continent north toward the land of the midnight sun. What you seek is more notion than actual location, a refuge: the frontier.
On and on you drive, past Whitehorse and Dawson, until the road ends, and you start walking. Finally you pause, just as the great American Cordillera rises from the Beaufort Sea – a chain of peaks that runs 15,000 kilometres to the windswept pampas of Patagonia. You see no roads, no settlements, no industrial development. Here, in the heart of the Peel Watershed, you are a speck in a vast and untamed land.



